Ran, who had finally walked down the stairs of the Yusefka clinic, waved his hand back, and on the stairs, two little girls said goodbye to him.

"Goodbye, good hunter."

In Yanan, it seems that the best compliment people can give to a hunter is to say 'good hunter'.

When Lane walked out of the Yusevka clinic and back along the road that had taken Gascoigne's family, he climbed the ladder and realized something he hadn't been in a hurry to pay attention to.

There was a window where the guard light was still on.

The warning light is the Yanan people on the night of the hunt, showing the hunters that the occupants of the house still have the means of reason.

The fact that the glass lamp outside the house can fill the house with oil and burn continuously is enough to prove that the people in the house are normal.

Lann stepped forward and knocked on the window, thinking that Yusefka's clinic was a few steps down the stairs not far away, and it would be a matter of no problem to talk to this man.

But the sound of approaching from the house was not the sound of a normal person walking, but the sound of a wheelchair tire rolling.

"Is it a hunter? It's been a long night, but you're the first hunter to come to me for confirmation. Ahem. ”

The people in the room cast a silhouette in a wheelchair onto the curtain in the candlelight.

His voice was old, wheezing, and coughing, sounding labored and unhealthy.

"Hunter. Sort of. Sir, do you need to take care of it? There's a clinic downstairs and I can drop you off, and it won't be too pleasant, but I can promise it's fast. ”

Lan En said calmly.

The xenophobia of the Yanan people made him admit the identity of the hunter, but the old man in the house seemed to recognize him because of this.

"My name is Gilbert, young sir. You, ahem, you're a foreigner, right? Don't worry, I'm a foreigner too. After staying in Yanan for a long time, I have become recognizable. ”

With that, the voices in the room struggled to joke.

"You must be having a good time, right? The warmth with which Yanan people treat their guests is impressive. ”

"You don't have to worry about me, young sir. I'm terminally ill, ahem. ”

As he spoke, he coughed hoarsely and stopped for a moment.

"The city's blood therapy bought me time to live to where I am now, but that's about it. I don't know if I'll be able to stand up now. ”

The tone of his previous sentence was still free and relieved, but the next sentence was a serious suggestion.

"But you don't have to be as lucky as I am, young sir. The city is cursed, and everything you get here will only hurt you, and if you're not deep enough, it's time to think about how to get out first. ”

Lan En was speechless.

The time of the night was interfered with, though Lan didn't know if this interference could contain the celestial sphere convergence rift caused by the surge of chaotic magic from the other world.

But even if it didn't affect him, he couldn't let the power of these gods and ghosts in Yananli penetrate through.

It was a covenant he made with the lady of the lake.

"Sounds like you've been around Yanan for a long time, Gilbert. I can't leave now, I have to find out something unusual, can you give me a clue? ”

The old man in the window was silent for a moment, then smiled indifferently.

"Hunter, hunter. Every hunter who comes to Yanan has a desire to achieve it, and he is persistent. How could I think I could persuade you to leave? ”

After laughing, Gilbert began to respond to Ranne's inquiry.

"Yanan is unusual, how can there be anything else? There is only blood, the strange blood of the Yanan people. It's not the first time they've been tormented by that blood, and it's not the first time that they've had a hunt night like this, but no one listens, no one listens to a foreigner, haha, they'd rather continue to indulge in blood. ”

It's not bad for Lan En, there are no outsiders who have grown up in Yanan since he was a child and received cultural influences, no one will think that bestiality has nothing to do with blood.

Did the [blood therapy] of the healing church establish a medical system for Anan, or did it establish a disease transmission system?

Len has never been averse to speculating on a well-established religion with the greatest malice.

If it is a primitive, humane, dogma-free religion, there may still be a little warmth.

But a mature sect that has become a means of domination cannot be clean.

"Old Yanan. That terrible fire, terrible night of hunting, destroyed the whole old Yanan. Today's Yanan was newly established in the last few decades. If you want to know more, you'll have to take a trip to Old Yanan yourself. Or ask the old hunters who are still alive. ”

As he spoke, Gilbert began to cough again.

"It's not all the people of Yanan who are not awake, ahem. Because the Church of Healing closed the exit of the town on the night Old Yanan burned down. After they moved into today's Yanan, they also rejected [Blood Therapy] for a while. But that didn't work, the allure of the [blood healing] and the re-promotion of the healing church made the rejection of the individual harmless. Yanan will still become the [Land of Blood Therapy]. ”

"That's all, young sir. That's all my rotten brain remembers. Please leave me alone and keep up your busyness."

Again, Gilbert stressed to Lane that he didn't have to worry about him.

"I'm a lucky man. Escaped from a terminal illness, escaped from Old Yanan, and even now dies as a human being, not a beast. There is nothing more to ask for, young sir. ”

"This is for you, go get busy."

A crack opened in the window, and an old, pale palm handed out a metal object.

Lan reached out and took it.

This metal object resembles an old-fashioned pneumatic watering can, except for the flashy carved patterns that are very in line with the characteristics of the era.

The residual smell of gasoline on it told Rann that it was a flamethrower.

"Thanks, Gilbert. Best wishes. Have a great day. ”

Lan nodded, a little unsure of how to say goodbye to a man who was dying and gladly accepting the status quo.

The old man in the window coughed and smiled.

"Ahem, ah~ That's good. I also wish you a happy life, kind hunter. It's been a few days since I've heard a greeting without 'blood', thank you, thank you."

Inside the room, the sound of wheelchairs sliding faded away.

Lan En pursed his lips and left after putting the flamethrower in his alchemy leather bag.

In this night that will never end, people will eventually die.

Whether it's the power to stop time, or the power to pull him into a dream.

Everything in Yanan. After all, it is necessary to trace back to [blood], to the origin of [blood therapy].

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